Guide to a hopeful life - ill-placed sarcasm
August 14th 2008 13:37
You are in a foul mood. It has been a long time since you have enjoyed human contact and generally avoid it. It’s to be expected. After a lifetime of being on the outside, you have wanted to smash the looking glass and either lunge into the social dimension you perceive will make you happy or let the broken shards of necessity cut you in the process.
You know nothing about it, you will probably fail at it, but you must try or fit into the mould that was picked for you at birth. It may fit, but why live by someone else’s hand? The only way out is in, you’ve been told. You have to make a decision and stop living in the hope the world will end or something will take you away from your thoughts and jettison you to oblivion. Blissful and sweet, where they all wait… There it is – hope. It’s time to go out and try.
ANGRY PESSIMISM: You failed! You’re a failure! NECESSARY OPTIMISM: Don’t worry, try harder next time. It’s not over. REALITY: Whatever happened, you’re still a loner. I'm sorry, Orble Lifestyle Channel. I'm sorry. FANTASY: If you think you would have succeeded, go watch television to massage your pure mind or better yet, go watch a Kate Hudson or Owen Wilson movie. Hey, they were in one together recently weren't they? It must be fate.
It’s not for you, you tell yourself in clichéd commiseration. It never was, in fact. Just move on because it never actually happened. You are a wonderful person, well-liked by your family and a wide variety of friends and have a great future. Successful, if you want to be. But if you don’t, it’s okay. You’re not one of those go-getters that consider success a necessary part of worthwhile living. You know living through your mistakes is just as noble and even consider it a spiritual life path. The life of a layperson, the life of an academic, the life of a sports or movie star – they are all the same to you. It is just a question of which world you have access to. It's not about fitting in; you could fit in anywhere, if you wanted to. You, at least, have choice. You're talented. It’s really all the same, anyway. It’s a homogenous dimension and you’re doomed to writhe in it, starving emotionally and intellectually until you stop using your brains and just clash bodies, freshly tightened and primed with sweat from hours of ‘working out’; a pretence of physical labour being yet another possible salvation.
Oblivion is so constant for you. You awake into endless sleep and walk, a droning zombie on the street. You feed not on brains but on scraps of subtle human interaction. It is all you can muster. You have had your fill of brains long ago. The sparks may kindle into a happy, social, fulfilling existence. That elusive relationship television tells us we all crave. You never know. It could be right around the corner. There’s always hope, isn’t there?
You know nothing about it, you will probably fail at it, but you must try or fit into the mould that was picked for you at birth. It may fit, but why live by someone else’s hand? The only way out is in, you’ve been told. You have to make a decision and stop living in the hope the world will end or something will take you away from your thoughts and jettison you to oblivion. Blissful and sweet, where they all wait… There it is – hope. It’s time to go out and try.
ANGRY PESSIMISM: You failed! You’re a failure! NECESSARY OPTIMISM: Don’t worry, try harder next time. It’s not over. REALITY: Whatever happened, you’re still a loner. I'm sorry, Orble Lifestyle Channel. I'm sorry. FANTASY: If you think you would have succeeded, go watch television to massage your pure mind or better yet, go watch a Kate Hudson or Owen Wilson movie. Hey, they were in one together recently weren't they? It must be fate.
It’s not for you, you tell yourself in clichéd commiseration. It never was, in fact. Just move on because it never actually happened. You are a wonderful person, well-liked by your family and a wide variety of friends and have a great future. Successful, if you want to be. But if you don’t, it’s okay. You’re not one of those go-getters that consider success a necessary part of worthwhile living. You know living through your mistakes is just as noble and even consider it a spiritual life path. The life of a layperson, the life of an academic, the life of a sports or movie star – they are all the same to you. It is just a question of which world you have access to. It's not about fitting in; you could fit in anywhere, if you wanted to. You, at least, have choice. You're talented. It’s really all the same, anyway. It’s a homogenous dimension and you’re doomed to writhe in it, starving emotionally and intellectually until you stop using your brains and just clash bodies, freshly tightened and primed with sweat from hours of ‘working out’; a pretence of physical labour being yet another possible salvation.
Oblivion is so constant for you. You awake into endless sleep and walk, a droning zombie on the street. You feed not on brains but on scraps of subtle human interaction. It is all you can muster. You have had your fill of brains long ago. The sparks may kindle into a happy, social, fulfilling existence. That elusive relationship television tells us we all crave. You never know. It could be right around the corner. There’s always hope, isn’t there?
Suckling: find a corporation and drink, children! DRINK!!
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